Drama Queen

This may be my final day of life.

Ben infected me with whatever disease he contracted last week. This is the same disease from which I lovingly nursed him back to health by providing orange juice, vitamin C cough drops, making homemade chicken noodle soup, giving back rubs... basically being the best damn wife ever. And that little twerp repaid me with Sickness 2.0. 

Since it's HIS turn to play nurse, then by default it's MY turn to play the dramatic patient. And that's a role I was born to play. 

One line that I'm test driving for future prego-related instances is "WHYYYY did you do this to me?!" Initial studies show that when paired with sad eyes it is quite an effective way of receiving food/cuddles/forehead kisses. On the other hand, the blowing nose/coughing combo while trying to laugh at Netflix shows results in concerned looks....and Ben "going to check something" in the living room/kitchen/bathroom/closet for 20 minutes. It's a work in progress. 

husband's shopping trip...

If I'm going to be sick (even though I drank gallons of orange juice and practiced ninja moves to keep it away, so I'm not sure what's going on here), then I'm glad it's someone like Ben helping me get better. Because he knows that when you're feeling sick, you should have cookies for breakfast (even though my cat Paris nabbed a cookie chunk out of my hand and ate it in front of me) and snack on candy corn throughout the day. At least that's what I've concluded from his shopping trip last night. That, and what kind of cats eat cookies? 

xoxo, b

Drama queen

Ben got sick the other night. It was disgusting. I found him in the living room around midnight, his body wrapped in multiple blankets and his arms wrapped around the kitchen garbage can. He was a sad sight.

I cleaned up after him, got him water, and rethought our wedding vows (WHAT did I agree to?!).

Morning rolled around, and the sad, sick man-child grunted for me to call in to work for him. By the time I was leaving, he allegedly only had a few hours of life left. The following Oscar-worthy performance included a monologue about letting him feel my face one last time because the sickness had taken his sight, bringing him a cat to cuddle with so he would not die alone, and mumbling for one final kiss goodbye since THIS was his deathbed.

I ended up having a half day at work so I didn't go into overtime.... which meant I had to I home to the sassy sicky. I gave him a call to let him know the news, and that I was stopping at the grocery store to pick up soup. A full shopping list from him later, and I was on my way home to play nurse.

Upon arriving home, I brought Ben his requested orange. With a smirk and a sniffle, he asked if I could peel it for him.......because he's "siiiiick and I love him, right? Ooh and gonna need a glass of that apple juice." Then he settled back into his blanket and pillow cocoon to continue watching crappy Netflix movies.

That's when I made up my mind: Premeditated Slumber.

Ben quickly received his glass of apple juice, topped off with NyQuil. After the first big gulp, he realized he had been foiled.

30 minutes later he was cruising on the road to recovery.... by sleeping it off

xoxo, b